"She still observes mourning. Don't buy the wrong color of clothes. Also, buy more vegetarian dishes when shopping for food in the future. Tofu is a must. She also asks people nearby who can raise cows to get some milk. She observes mourning for three years at a young age. Those who still need to read and write must keep up with their nutrition.”
Holding the ink and writing it down one by one, with a happy smile on his face, Song Yi saw him like this and frowned, "What are you laughing at?"
Holding the ink, he said, "I'm just happy for you. Since Madam... I finally see that you have regained your energy."
Before, when I was holding ink, I saw that my master had been locked in the study room reading and drawing at home. Although there was no problem with his body, he was not very energetic. But after Miss Su came, their yard suddenly became lively.
It is obvious that Song Yi is more energetic than before, and she does not feel as depressed as before, always thinking about the departed wife.
When Song Yi heard what Peng Mo said, she smiled, "You know what, go see if that girl needs help."
Pengmo agreed to go out, but Song Yi took out an emerald-colored bracelet from her arms. The bracelet had obviously been touched frequently, and the outside was as bright as water.
"If you know what I did before, you want to laugh at me again, feel sorry for me and teach me a lesson. This little girl is just like you when you were young. She is obviously full of making money, but there is no trace of greed. Looking at her reminds me of us Zhuo'er is here. If Zhuo'er is reincarnated, she will be as old as her. I will be fine, fine. Don't go too fast, wait until I find you!"
Song Yi's eyes were red. She stuffed the bracelet into her arms and put it away. She stood at the door and looked at the little girl working in the kitchen. She went to help with ink but was refused, so she took Su Nuo to play in the yard.
"Pengmo, let me tell you, with my skills, I can be a chef in a big restaurant. I think your husband must have eaten the food I cooked before he decided to accept me as his disciple. It was also because of your previous It’s so unpalatable. Hey, you said I’m so talented in art. If I learn painting or something, can I sell a painting for ten or twenty taels in the future?”
While busy cooking in the kitchen, he was talking to Pengmo. After hearing this, Pengmo glanced at Song Yi awkwardly. He didn't dare to answer this question.
Song Yi stood at the door and scolded her, "You can't be promising. Is Song Yi's disciple worth this money?"
After hearing what Song Yi said about herself, Su Tang's head popped up from the kitchen: "Teacher, is your disciple worth silver? How much silver is he worth? Do you have one hundred taels?"
Song Yi was speechless and pointed at her, "What else is on your mind besides money?"
Su Tang said, "There is still money to be made. Teacher, it's better not to tell you how valuable your disciples are. I'm afraid I'll sell myself out."
"It's worthless." Su Tang's words were so funny that Song Yi laughed and cursed.
"What do you want to do? There is only one life for a person. Life is very important to everyone. This only life should be spent like this, without being ashamed of being inactive and not regretting for wasting one's life. "
The little girl made a plate of shredded potatoes and asked Peng Mo to come over and serve the plate. She said this calmly, which made Song Yi very stunned.
"Teacher must have never worried about students who want to be successful. Disciples are not prepared to be successful in this life. The world is unrestrained, happy company, flowers, wine and money, what else do you want in life." Su Tang shook his head.
(End of chapter)